Dale Slamma & The Hill St Blues

I'm starting with the Dale in the mirror; turn and face the stranger

I passed Markus Zusak's ray of light test

The winner of my dinner competition

Emotionally coherent nation

You should have heard me just around midnight

National Emergency

Good thank you

The iron shocking the dumb wood

Nosing around nosing around

I thought I heard someone at the door

I don't believe in ghosts

Artexpress

I'm filing my nails while they drag the lake

Reverse widow posts letters

My pants are wet

You don't have to be rich

This is the part I don't remember

Brought to you by the letter B

Bumble bees and toast are both kind of fuzzy and yellow

It's like a jungle sometimes

The Great Plastic Megaphone Mask

Wham Kids its five o'clock on the Space Captain's Clock

All art is trying to be anaesthetic

Hello Deakin

Deus ex machina

In a drunken moment of clarity it hit me with force and for once I didn't lie about it

Those educators made me the opposite of Lois Lane; I call upon the author to explain